sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
The Abyss
Have you ever been down a hole so dark and deep? Not a glimmer of light... just sadness and grief. Your will to live lost and your urge to fight gone.....you struggle to distinguish what's right and what's wrong.
Natalie RileyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Storm Within
My heart and mind lay bruised and tattered from pounding waves on rocky shores. I ride a constant wave of sorrow; can barely stand; wounds deep and sore.
Natalie RileyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsEnd of Days...
I fostered your dog today ... I want you to know It’ll be safe with me, now that you had to let go Life is hard with difficult decisions to make
Lee Montgomery-HughesPublished 7 years ago in PoetsEulogy
She would spend hours in the garden tending, hoeing, playing. She understood that seeds planted in the spring would not bear fruit till the fall,
Torey Seymour-RussellPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Little Poem
So here I am pouring out my heart, now you're reading where to start. I know they all start like this, But to me this ain't a piece of piss.
A Quick ThoughtPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTo My Unborn
The day I knew, I was being blessed by you, Myself overjoyed To cherish Motherhood. The joy lasted but a few days; My dreams shattered.
Creative HubPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Brush and Canvas
Late at night here I lay awake wishing upon a star It's 3 a.m. yet all I can think about is death Here I lay wishing I could sleep and never awaken to a new day
You
You: Ice is cold. And it burns Just the thought of it sends shivers down my spine Your face as I look at it- frozen Unknown whether out of stone, or in time itself
Ramon FonsecaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThink Think Think
When I am alone all that I ever do is think. Each night I spend ruminating over and over. And the following day everything goes blank.
Doreen SimpsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Special Place For You and Me
I lie on the ground And stare into space The stars start to move Into the shape of a face I see you there now Looking down at me
Cindy ThurmPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhy Uncle Why
As I walk upon this land I think of you. I think of you Crying as the fall wind whips my face. I think why? Why? You left me here all alone with no dreams,
Tiah TourangeauPublished 7 years ago in PoetsStanding Up
Blood splattered on the floor, body beaten, bruised, and broken. This is how you left me, your toy... Now you're mad cause I don't talk to you,
Jessica SmithPublished 7 years ago in Poets